Novel & Cerita Wisdom Tooth Blood Clot Look Like

It sets me off balance, so I slam my face into the asphalt as I fall forward and don’t put my hands out in time to stop myself. Stunned, I lay there for a minute, before I come to my senses and struggle to get up, because whatever grabbed my ankle has its hands around both now and won’t let go. There is a metallic taste in my mouth, so I spit and bright red blood sprays in front of me on the ground. I look closer and see one of my teeth has broken off and it lays in the pool of blood also.

I spoke with a soft sigh; I shot my eyes tight. I felt a warm and moist feeling in my nose. With my index finger, I wiped my nose with my palms. The blood I saw this time was not the usual one, it was usually a few drops. I thought it was just the minor stress that I usually put myself through that caused it. I looked at my hand gloves, it was covered in thick red blood. they formed thick blood clots. I gasped, doing my best to stop the bleeding. My hands were shaky or maybe I was the one wobbly.

I sneezed out another lump of clotted blood from my nose, resulting in a painful non stop nose bleeding "Damn it, it isn't a good sign.."

His mouth was muffled, and I looked at his gleaming eyes and held out my hand. I didn't know that's how he recognized blood clots. I looked at the wet clotting vessels in my hands. "Ahhhh!" He poked his nose into my finger, motioning for me to open the lid. As soon as I pulled back the cap, he lifted his bleeding elbow socket onto the clotting vessel and squeezed it with his other paw just above it. Blood spurted all over my face. But at least it’s down. "Give me the clotting vessel." Claire took the clot from my hand.

He holds onto the counter and clenches his teeth together. Suddenly, there is the taste of rust filling his mouth. He nearly chokes on the blood in shock. He hurriedly spits it out when he suddenly hears a clicking sound coming from the bottom of the sink. Confused, he looks at the basin. Inside it, he sees a tooth mixed with his blood and saliva. Horrified with the scene at the front, he looks at himself in the mirror. His body staggers back in shock. He somehow balances himself by holding tightly onto the sink. His c-canine teeth have fallen out.

I swallowed hard but my throat felt like sandpaper. Owen’s growl filled the entire space and I turned before my brain could catch up with my body. My eyes went wide at the sight before me. Owen, who had only been lowered on one knee seconds ago, was now clutching his leg. His fingers dug into his thigh, white pants turning crimson as blood seeped through the fabric and spilled onto the polished floor. Clara… Clara shot him? The metallic scent of blood hit my nose and something sharp twisted inside my chest.

After that, he spat a mouthful of blood onto the treasure. Suddenly, the crock floated up into mid air and exploded with a radiant white light.

My brain throbbed behind my eyes, and each throb came with a thunderclap of agony. Then my mouth. My mouth was a battlefield. The inside of my lips felt like torn leather. My gums were so swollen I couldn’t close my jaw properly. It felt like my teeth were going to pop out one by one. The metallic taste of blood lingered thick and bitter. My lips were split, one corner had dried blood crusted over it, and every attempt to move them cracked it open again. I wasn’t sure which hurt more: the hammering migraine or the mutilation of my mouth.

Silence. The three of them exchanged looks before facing me. Why did I feel like the abnormal one here? I was just being logical! Maren’s brows furrowed. “No way.” “Yes.” I sighed through my nose and pulled my dress up again. “From here to here.” I tapped at the shape with my finger. “Just a bite. Probably from a fight or something.” Realization dawned on their faces at the same time. “Yeah… I see it now.” Clara cleared her throat. “Well… it does look like a bite.”